Besides that, if you’re single, I say have fun and find ways to connect with people on a deep level. Give value. At some point during that communication, people are going to have to exchange digits or whatever. If no one exchanged numbers, no one would be dating or getting laid.

after you have had to deal with over a hundred calls a day, or get a restraining order, or call the cops to get some freak to leave your work - yeah, you arent giving your number, primary email, last name, work OR home address out.

I met the BF on myspace, and actually refused to give him my phone number OR add him as a friend until I’d met him in person at a well-lit venue walking distance from my house.

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But I have to say one of my best FRIENDships came out of giving my number to a guy. We chatted and clicked but I had started dating someone, it wasn’t exclusive but I wanted to give it some time so I initially refused. The guy and I talked for a long time, finally he “gave me” his number by calling mine from his (this is game I’ve had run on me more than once, I know what it is but if the dude is cool I will agree). Anyway, it was all hot texts, etc for a while, then phone calls and then we started e-mailing and a year plus later we are just really good friends with a lot of stuff in common.

Anyway, I’d give out my number but only to someone I really clicked with after a long conversation or knew through a friend. I’ve had enough stalkers that I am reserved but sometimes you have to take a little risk (hell, its just a phone number! you can always tell them to go “get stuffed” as my Canadian friend says).

Anyhow, I was being nice and of course when he called I didn’t call back. Hell, it wasn’t even a “want to go out” call. That would be doubly difficult for this dude because if you saw him, you’d probably give him money. I saw him a few weeks ago and I have to say he reminded me of a biblical character. He has a beard nearly to his waist and long crazy curly hair. It’s a scary sight. I’m tempted to give him some advice about the freaky appearance. If he’s getting laid, I’ll be shocked because I keep thinkin Unabomber whenever I see him. I feel bad about being so shallow but he’s freaky looking.

Here’s the way I see it. If you’re a gal getting hit on by a dude, it’s your job to screen him and test him for douchebaggery. Ask questions and shit test. If he has lousy game or he’s a douche, don’t give the number. Simply excuse yourself (”I’m gonna go dance now, peace out”). If he’s a great guy and has great game, exchange numbers with him, because he’s earned it. That’s the reward of the game.

As a guy, it’s my job to prove that I’m worthy of an info exchange. That means I have to generate attraction, build trust & credibility, frame the interaction sexually, and oh yeah also have fun. That’s a lot, but if I can pull it off then I’ve earned the digits. BTW, just because I’ve got skillz doesn’t mean I’m secretly an asshole, which is what playerz get accused of. It simply means I’ve developed my social skills. It means I decided to get good with women. And that’s a good thing.

David DeAngelo recommends exchanging emails and I tried that for a bit but had zero luck. I always calibrate to the individual about whether she’ll respond to phone calls, texts, or myspace. Generally, younger (around college) women are very amenable to becoming your myspace friend. If you can get the myspace, you can run myspace game. For that age group, it’s practically replaced email. Women around my age are happy to exchange digits, and I always try to make a strong enough impression so that she’s compelled to ask me to take her number. I NEVER call immediately after getting a number because she never picks up. Basic screening. But if you flirt over text and you get a flirty response, then make the call and set up the date.

(just kidding, of course. Have a great weekend!)

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One other thing worth noting about giving out your number in a club is that there is alcohol involved. I might like you if I have enough beers in me, but sober I might not. Let’s face it, alcohol changes perceptions. Beer goggles do not help with the screening process. When I take them off, I could very well realize that you’re not someone I would ever consider going out with in another situation.

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